Peacefully asleep br tired of the journey, br br long way did she walk... br br A loving hand extending, br to touch over the dead spirit. br br An unknown intention... br Honestly she woke up to respond, br for a moment, face hidden; br merely a faith in between. br br was everything a part of game? br br An act without shame! br A relation without name. br standing apart, seeking in herself br -the lost self- br br hears the applaud of the bell’s - the evil, br The evils in her, laughing over br The triumph of joy. br br Preening before the mirror br saw herself fading by... br br A scratch unto the face of heart, br bloods of impurities bleed, br put the sacred shroud on to herself br like the virgin Bride br br with a soul of a widow...